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front of the car.
    Anthony knew Baby G’s play. He was seen with both weapons in hand when he was thinking about busting his way out. Anthony would get a lesser charge and wouldn’t serve much time where he could get out sooner to settle up with Winchester for Smiley. All those thoughts were broken when the officer held up a baggie filled with crack.
    The masked officer who obviously was a narcotics detective said, “You going to claim this also, tuff guy?”
    Anthony and Baby G stared at each other and it seemed as if time stood still when the detective held the bag of all day jail time in the air. Anthony had hoped the hazy orange glow from the streetlight was playing tricks on his eyes because he knew that neither he nor his partner had any crack on them. Then it dawned on them both—the dope fiend. She had dropped the bag in the car when she had leaned in. They had been caught slippin’ and when they both looked over at Winchester, who had set them up; he was laughing and eating his popcorn.
    “Just watching the show!” he yelled as he tossed his bag toward them.
    Even though he was cuffed, Baby G broke free from the cops who had relaxed. He rushed toward Winchester but was tackled by an officer.
    Baby G squirmed on the ground as the officers roughed him up a bit. “I’ma get you muthafucka. If it’s the last fuckin’ thing I do, mark. Count yo muthafuckin’ days, bitch! Count ’em.”
    Anthony stared at Winchester. A burning stare that made one thing clear to Winchester that it wasn’t over. No matter how long it took, Anthony would get his revenge. Winchester thought of the two teenagers who had come to get him as young punks that he could outsmart. Little did he know he had just created a monster.
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    Anthony had been in Jackson State prison for almost ten years. He received a ten-year bid and Baby G eleven and a half. After taking a plea for the dope, the gun and the stolen car, charges were dropped. They hated copping to the drug charge seeing as how they were innocent on it but getting the gun and stolen car charges thrown out was a gravy deal. A lot of times they would end up on the same cell block, and if not, they would see each other in the dining hall or at rec. They both stayed occupied by working out. Anthony had swollen up. He was told that the rapper, 50 cent looked just like him. Not the other way around since Anthony had been with the inmates in Jackson before 50 was on the scene rapping. Baby G was still gangster. Hanging with his gang members and getting sent to the hole, often. When he wasn’t in the hole he and Anthony would walk the yard and talk about what they were going to do when they got out. Baby G had hoped that the cocaine he and Anthony had stolen would still be good. It had been almost a decade since they had hidden it in the false wall in the house he was staying in, and unless the senior citizen couple who moved in the house eight years ago did some heavy remodeling, it should be there. Anthony was going to get it next week when he got out and hold on to Baby G’s share until he was released.
    Ant was sitting on the bench looking over the rec yard at nothing in particular when Baby G walked over looking pissed.
    Ant raised his fist ready to play fight then asked, “What’s up, nigga? I know you ain’t pissed that I’m getting the fuck out of here next week.”
    Baby G looked dejected when he said, “We fucked, fam. We broke.”
    Ant’s brow furrowed, “What the fuck you mean, broke?”
    Baby G handed him the newspaper. It was already folded open to the section that he wanted him to read. When Anthony saw the headlines he wanted to throw up. ELDERLY COUPLE DIES IN FIRE. The article explained that it seemed to have been accidental, caused by a pipe that the old man fell asleep smoking. Anthony couldn’t believe it. The come up they had hoped to have when they got out had just gone up in smoke—literally.
    Anthony threw the paper to the ground as